Sorry for the long wait. I cut it down so I could update sooner. Obviously, I don't own Gundam Seed. Not the most interesting chapter or important. Just an insight to their school life.

Clotho leaned on the doors of the Gymnasium, and sure enough, the Blonde girl he now knew as Stella quickly came into view and took her place behind the rest of the brain-dead idiots that littered the area. She looked to him, before letting a friendly smile form on her lips, and waving. He ignored her, rather focusing on the approaching blond-haired man, this one was La Flaga. He approached, and Clotho pushed himself off the door, allowing the man to unlock it, and allowing the students inside.

As they dragged their feet along the floor, La Flaga addressed them.

'Guys changing rooms on the left. Girls, yours are on the right.' He simply stated.

The students headed for their respective changing rooms. Nothing of interest took place, just students changing into their uniforms. Black with white stripes down the arms and legs. As they returned to the gym, La Flaga organised them into a single file line, Stella at the end.

'All right, number yourselves off from one to four, starting with you girl,' he said as he pointed to Stella. The class followed their instructions and finished. Clotho looked around the room. There were four different workstations. A climbing rope. Cones set up for relays. A wall and chalk made to measure how high one could jump, and a mat that could be used to test how far one might jump.

Now numbered off, the students approached their stations. Clotho and Stella were together, it seemed as they approached the climbing rope.

Clotho looked around him. No one seemed to be going first. He might as well have started it off. He reached out and took the rope into his hand. He looked it up and down. It wasn't that long. He could climb it with ease. And that's what he did. He pulled his body up off the ground, and putting one hand in front of the other, he climbed. He made short work of the rope as he made it to the top. Simple. He released his grip and fell to the floor, bending his knees moments before impact.

'Stella's turn?' the blond girl asked with more enthusiasm than Clotho would expect for such a simple query. She stepped up to the rope. 'Up you get Stella. Up I get.' She jumped and grabbed the rope. The blonde struggled at first, but after pulling herself up a bit, she quickly began to improve, until eventually, she too made it to the top. 'Stella made it?' she asked herself, 'I made it. Now Stella gets down. Okay, Stella, get down.'

What was she doing? Why did she address her self in third person? It wasn't even consistent. Clotho pondered over the girl, but his train of thought was suddenly changed as he, as well as the rest of the group, were struck by a sudden shock. Stella released the rope and suddenly fell hard down on the mat.

'Is Stella alright?' She stood up, 'Yup, I'm alright.

'Change stations!' La Flaga's voice roared through the room. Following it, the groups, including Clotho's, began to move around to the next area in the cycle.

'Where next?' Stella asked as she poked Clotho's shoulder.

He shrugged his shoulders before looking around. The only available spot was the high jump station. So logically, that would be where they should go. Clotho led the way across the Gym, Stella behind him.

His fingers tapped against the wall behind him. His mismatched eyes quickly shifting as he heard foot steps come his way. The three newcomers he recognised, for they were in his homeroom class. Kira, Athrun, and Cagalli were their names. There eyes shifted to them as they passed and took there spots several steps away.

'Those guys again?' Cagalli whispered, much louder than what was necessary Shani noted.

'Well, of course they're gonna be here. Those two have been in our Japanese class since we were freshmen,' Athrun pointed out.

'They have?'

'You should really start paying more attention,' Kira stated, clearly joking by the sound of his voice.

'Shut it,' Cagalli growled.

Trying to tune out their senseless bickering, Shani looked about the corridor around the classroom. Still, the teacher had yet to arrive, and damn was it boring to wait for his lazy ass.

'Here he comes,' Shani turned to the voice of his brother, 'about fucking time, too,' He was right. The footsteps against the marble floor could be heard, and as they continued, Mr. Sato soon emerged.

'Sorry I'm late everyone!' the black haired man stated as he rushed through the crowd and to the door. Ruffling through his pocket, he quickly pulled out his keys. He unlocked the door and opened it, allowing the students to flock into the room. The desks were all set in groups of twos in three rows. Shani and Orga took their seats at the back of the class, as the rest of the students made their way to the first empty seats they came across. Mr. Sato took his place in front of the class. He sorted through the papers scattered on his desk. He took a stack of papers in his hands, and went to every students' desk, and handed each of them one of the sheets. After receiving one of his own, Shani took it in one of his hands and glanced over it momentarily. Apparently, it was a list of the year's curriculum for the class. As-per-usual, they would not only be studying the language, but also the culture, the history, and the geography. He returned the paper to his desk, before casually moving his gaze to the Japanese man at the front of the class.

'Good afternoon class,' he began. It was a predictable opening gambit, though one which had been played for years. Why change something that seemed to work, 'I am Mr. Sato.' He spoke the language well. He didn't even have a trace of a Japanese accent in his voice The formalities now complete, he went about explaining the information that was already handed to the students. Shani waited for him to finish. Finally, he concluded. 'Well then, I'd say it's time we got started. He moved towards the whiteboard, which was already covered in writing, all in Japanese. 'As the senior class, you should already be fluent in Japanese.' He stated. Of course, the students were all aware of this fact, and of course, they were all competent in the subject. 'This year, all work must be read and written in Japanese.' This took many students by shock. Shani wasn't expecting it, though he took it in stride. It shouldn't be much more difficult, 'Now, let's begin. I assume you all brought the required stationary.'

The lesson continued for what felt like hours. Of course, he knew that it was only for about twenty or so minutes. Finally, the bell rang, and the students stood, filed out, and made their way to their next classes.

Up the stairs. To the right. Just a few steps forward now. The classroom was close, and as he closed in, Shinn wasted no time in entering through the already open door. He looked around for a desk, and spotted a free one near the back of the class. He advanced upon it, taking it. He waited, relaxing as the teacher scribbled various notes onto the whiteboard. Soon, the tardy bell rang, signifying the start of the class.

'Good afternoon class,' the teacher started, not bothering to turn to his class. 'Welcome to Sophomore Geography. I am Mister Harvey.' He drawled, turning towards his students. 'To start this semester, we will be studying Volcanic activity throughout the world. Take out your textbooks. I assume that you all have them.'

Luckily, Shinn did indeed have his textbook. He looked to the board, rushing through the text, and stopped at the bottom.

'Page thirty-five' he read. Following the instruction, he turned inwards to the required page. It was a title page about volcanic activity.

'Now read pages thirty-six and thirty-seven, then answer pages thirty-eight and thirty-nine. Finish up to page forty for homework, which includes any pages that you did not finish today. The class groaned, soon looking down to their work. Shinn joined them, reading through the work. He hurried to read the text. He sure as hell didn't want more work than he needed.

Finishing it off, he quickly started to work on the questions. Pulling a sheet of paper from his bag, he set it up with his name, the date, and the first question written in full. He began, finding that they were easy enough. He continued, writing the other questions out as he had the first one. He soon found that they were progressively harder, but nothing that a quick reference to the text wouldn't help with. Pages thirty-six and thirty-seven were finished, meaning that he had reached his target. He sent a quick glance over to the clock. He still had at least ten minutes left. He moved onto the next page. The more he did now, the less he would have to do later.

Shani and Orga both had the same classes, and right now, they had film studies. Taking there seats in the AV room, they looked around them as the other students did as they did. This class was a simple one. They watched a movie. They analysed it. Then, they wrote about it. Sure, they did it in their regular English class; however, that was only one film. Here, they watched many. Many different genres, from different times. Simple enough. For them anyway. Some had difficulty with the class; then again, they should not be taking it if that were the case. That was the difference between the class, and a free period.

'This'll be easy.'

Speaking of which. Shani looked up, his eyes looking down to the entrance as the silver haired boy he knew to be Yzak Joule entered the room, his gabble of followers not far behind. His blond, darker skinned friend had spoken earlier. They advanced the stairs that allowed access to the many rows of seats.

Returning his eyes to his own business, Shani looked over to his brother who was searching through his bag.

The sound of seats being claimed alerted him. The sound of their voices was a dead give-away. Yzak's clique. They spoke amongst themselves, saying nothing of interest to anyone who may have been listening in on them.

The doors opened, and everyone looked over to them. The brunette frame of Miss Ramius entered the building. She stepped forward and took her place in the front of the class.

'Good afternoon.' She kindly greeted before taking her place in front of the white board where a list of titles were printed neatly.

'Those must be what we're studying.' Orga stated 'I've read the book of at least half of them.'

Sure enough, she explained that his statement was true.

Shani looked down to his own desk, half taking the information in. She explained to them the basics of what they would be doing, and what the class was about. The first film they would be studying would be an old movie titled 'Thou saviour.' Apparently, it was one of the first films in sound. Shani looked up. They wouldn't be starting yet; they would most likely start tomorrow. Miss Ramius handed the class sheets. As Shani received his, he glanced down. It seemed to be basic info about the film. Characters, important quotes, and the important themes about it. He opened his bag and placed the resource between two books. He looked up once more, noting that the teacher was still reading the sheet to the class. Placing his head on the table, he inwardly sighed. This was going to be a long period.

Clotho sat alone at the table in the white pastel classroom. He looked around the cooking room. They had gotten new equipment over the summer. The stoves and ovens were shinning brand new, and even the sinks had a newish glow about them. He returned his attention to the front of the class as the hazel haired, tan skinned teacher concluded his speech about kitchen safety. Many people failed to comprehend why Clotho took this class. Someone needed to know how to cook for that bloody belligerent blond bastard, and it may as well have been him. Clotho's eyes fell ever so slightly from the boring as hell man, and settled on the table in front of his own. Not surprisingly to him, Stella sat. She had been in all the same classes as him so far. Still, part of him wondered if she would be in the next three.

'Okay, I've talked for long enough. Let's get to the cooking. The recipe is on the board, so get to it.'

The class shuffled from their seats and moved to the cooking area. Pushing the other students aside, Clotho reached and grabbed an apron. He wouldn't have bothered if it were optional

'Now group up in threes so that there are enough resources to go around.' The teacher called.

Perfect. Just fucking perfect. That was what he hated about this class. Having to share the resources, and working with these snobs. The morons who were so up themselves. So privileged. Who thought that they were just so perfect and above everyone else, because that was the fucking bullshit that their incompetent, rich, dip-shit parents shoved in their mouths, and being the good little faggots they were, they swallowed it all up to the last drop. Clotho looked around, spotting Stella. Well, she was at least tolerable. The girl spun about, lost. Unable to decide someone that she liked. Clotho stepped forward.

'Stella,' she turned around to the voice, 'Let's work together.'

'Okay.' She replied, 'who else should Stella and Clotho work with?'

That was a good question. They still needed to find someone amongst the trash to work with. It wasn't too bad though. One full force kick to the groin was much better than two. He needed to find someone. It didn't matter who. He spun around as a class member passed, and outstretched his hand, grabbing the boy by the hair and pulling the stranger towards him.

'Asshole, you're with us.' Clotho spat.

'But I don't want to be with-' he tried to explain, but he was quickly silenced as a knee found its way to his stomach. Seeing this, the teacher only groaned to himself. He really didn't want to deal with Azreal today. The two would surely resolve this between themselves. 'Alright, I'll be in your group. Shit.' The brunet submitted as he composed himself.

They made there way to their unit within the kitchen. Clotho made it clear to the unwanted edition that he was to stay out of the way. The Redhead done the vast majority of the work, and Stella helped by gathering the supplies from the front of the class, as well as washing the used equipment. They finished in a decent amount of time before presenting it to the teacher, who in turn tasted it, and gave them a mark. Clotho sent one last look to their dish, knowing that it would find its way to the teachers' staffroom. Maybe he should have added a little Gipheltin to it. He wouldn't get any money from it, but hell, it could have been funny as fuck getting the entire staff fired for drug use.

Soon enough, the school bell rang, signifying the need to get to the next class. Clotho collected his belongings before making to the door. He made his way down the naturally lighted hall. Looking to his side, he saw the blonde girl again. She turned to him and smiled. Were they in the same class again? There was only one way to find out.

'Show me your timetable, would you.' he requested, and she complied. Stella reached into her pocket and removed the white sheet, before handing it over to him. He looked it over. His past estimation was correct. The two were in all of the same classes, and right now, they had Mathematics with mister DaCosta. He returned the timetable to its owner. They took a turn to the right, ascended the stairs, and stopped at the first classroom to the left. His eyes paused for a minute. Orga's new toy was there, right in front of him. Shinn his name was. That wasn't all though. One of his friends was with him. Luna. He looked her up and down. As if feeling his gaze she turned to face the redhead and seeing how he looked at her, sent a scowl his way, and returned to her conversation with her friend. Clotho chuckled to himself. Her friends may have been completely pathetic, but this Luna didn't look half-bad. And by 'didn't look half-bad,' he meant he would fuck her once and probably never speak with the slut again. The old hump 'em and dump 'em tactic. Not the classiest way to do things, but hey, who said he had class.

Clotho's attention returned to earth as the sound of a door opening snapped him from his fantasies. The students piled in, and Clotho and Stella were no exceptions. The two took a seat at the back of the room. Shinn and Luna went to the other side of the room.

'Good afternoon class. My name is mister DaCosta. We have a lot of work this year. We'll be starting off with some Algebra. Then we'll move on to Trigonometry. After that, we will be doing some Statistics work, and then some Calculus. Now, to begin the period, I…' Clotho wasn't paying attention. He looked on at Luna, and smirked to himself. Yeah, she looked fucking good. It was just too bad her clothes were in the way.

Taking his seat, Shani stretched his muscles. Looking around, Orga sat nearby, And Yzak's clique, who also had the same class it seemed, sat on the other end of the class. As the students took their places, the class' doors opened, and Mr. Houlburtin entered. As he approached the students, he greeted them friendly. Houlburtin looked over his class. There were only a few students in this class, unlikely even fifteen of them. After all, American history wasn't that popular a class.

'Good afternoon class. I'm glad to see so many familiar faces,' he stated, 'now, let's see what you remember, shall we?' Taking the papers on his desk, he passed them about the class.

As he received his, Shani looked it over. The questions looked relatively basic, and it seemed that there were only twenty of them. He took a pen from his pocket and quickly began to answer them. They were simple enough, and he had little trouble. Then, they became more difficult. More specific and more complex. He closed his eyes and searched his mind for any possible answer.

Nothing.

Shani's eyes shifted to the paper next to his. Orga was having the same difficulty as him. Changing to his other side, he saw that this individual had managed to answer the next question. He jotted it down quickly before returning his gaze to his neighbour. Unfortunately, it seemed that this one didn't know much else. His hand ran through his own hair in frustration.

The time audibly ticked by as he blankly looked down at his paper.

'Time's up.' Houlburtin stated, 'Now tell me, did anyone answer all of the questions?' The room was silent. 'As I expected. You see, many of the questions are aspects that we will be covering throughout the year. I wanted to know what you already knew. It would seem that we have our work cut out for us, now doesn't it?'

The hard metal seat pushed into Clotho's behind. He shifted in an attempt to make himself more comfortable, but to no avail. No matter how he sat, the seat was irritating.

Science wasn't his best, or his favourite subject. That wasn't to say that he was absolutely atrocious at it. He got average C and B grades, even getting the occasional A minus in chemistry subjects of the class.

Shinn and Luna were also in this class.

Thump

Clotho's concentration broke. He looked to the desk where the source of the noise came from. It was a textbook. He looked up and around, and he spotted the teacher several desks away. He was handing the copies of the books around the class.

'Turn to page nine.'

Clotho followed the instructions. He opened the book and flipped through the books pages slowly. He stopped as he reached the correct page. It was a detailed diagram of the human body.

'Examine the diagram, and then read the text on pages ten through thirteen.'

His eyes drifted over the page, picking up only every over word. Good god was it boring. They already knew this shit. It was remedial. They had covered this in the previous year, so what was the point of reading it again. The bastard was probably too lazy to set any real work.

Various murmurs and whispers ran through the classroom, rewarding the inevitable 'shh.' Remarkably, it didn't work. Clotho began to lightly tap at the desk with his fingertips. What did he have next? It didn't matter. He'd find out later.

How boring. He looked around, resting on the clock. His eye faltered slightly. The schools bell was about to sound any second now. He matched the tapping of his fingers with the ticking of the clock. Sure enough, eventually. The school bell rang, ending the tediously long period, and the beginning of another.

'Return your books to the front of the class.' The teacher drawled. Clotho pushed through the line to the front, adding his book to the pile, and filing out of the room.

In a single file line, the class entered the brown and unpainted room, and sat at the wooden tables. In front of the room stood a short man. His grey hair was thin now. His stubby form now rounding. His red face peered at the students. He inhaled a deep breath, not noticing the sent of the metallic and oiled room, and released it. Of course, there was less than last year. Only those with the most potential had returned.

Shani was but one of the students who had returned, his eyes darting about the other students. No one from his homeroom class except he and Orga were here. That was new. Most of his classes did. They wouldn't be missed.

'Well then,' the rounding man began his voice surprisingly high in pitch. "No sense in wasting any time now, is there? You should have your textbooks already. Get them out.' Following the rest of his class, Shani rummaged through his possessions, finding the thick book. He pulled it out and lumped it to his desk. 'Turn inwards to page four.

Shani opened the book, and turned the first two pages his eyes coming to focus on the text before him. Nothing more then safety procedures that had been drilled into their heads over and over again. The aged man began to read them to the class, going down the list in a slow manor. It was going to be a boring period. This was a fact that Shani knew. It had been the same in the last three years prier to this one.

'Turn to the next page.' The teacher ordered.

The next page in question was a list of important tools that would be covered in the automotive class. They were read out to the class, along with their purpose. The class turned the page again. This seemed to be an exercise. There were several sentences about the subject, and ten words that were missing, and in their place was a simple black line, which clearly meant that they needed to be filled in

'Find yourselves a piece of paper and fill in the blank spaces.' They were ordered.

Shani scavenged through his bag and pulled out a sheet of refill and a pen. He began to write the text out. He came to the first gap. The answer was quite easy, and so he filled it in. Moving on, he filled in several other answers. Some of the later answers were difficult, so he guessed. After five minutes, he had finished.

'That's long enough, I think.' The teacher stated. The class stopped abruptly. 'Now then, let's mark our answers shall we?'

As he called the answers, Shani marked them with a basic tick if they were correct and a cross for those that were wrong. Finishing the task, he counted them up. Out of the ten answers he had given. Three of them were incorrect. He looked over to the sheet of his brother's. He had done slightly better, with nine of his answers correct. He turned his gaze back to the teacher, who had once again begun to talk to the class.

The doors of the gym were opened wide, welcoming Shani and Orga both to enter. As the two did, they found only one other in the enormous brown room. The Blond's eyes were looking down at a clipboard; however, he looked up as the sound of steps echoed throughout the room. He, Deputy Principle La Flaga, turned to face the two new comers.

'Male changing rooms are on the left side, you two. 'The blond stated as he returned his gaze to his clipboard.

The two left to the western doorway, which lead to the changing rooms. They took their left turn as they were advised to do, and entered the blue room. None of its current occupants sent so much as a glace to the two as they claimed their cubicles. The school may have been strict with its cash flow in many cases, but at least it offered privacy.

The two quickly changed into the mandatory black uniforms with white stripes down the arms and legs before returning to the previous room. They took their seats on the stools that had been laid out. Shani searched the students' faces as they emerged from the changing rooms. He recognised a few of them. Kira. Athrun. Cagalli. Yzak and his friends.

La Flaga looked over the students, counting their heads as he went. He had a full class, it would seem.

'Alright class. Let's not waste time in here. I suppose I could go on for the whole period and tell you about the year, but that wouldn't be very productive, now would it? So, let's get outside.' Several of the students stood, but most of them remained seated. 'Well, come on then. Were going for a run. That'll be a good benchmark of your endurance and speed.

Those students still seated stood and joined the rest of the class as they followed their teacher outside, he lead them behind the gymnasium to the large field.

'As I said before, I want to test your speed and endurance, so off you get.' The students remained in their places, some passing bewildered queries between one another. 'Well, get to it. And you should probably know that I started timing you as soon as we left the Gym.

Panic struck the majority of the class as they took off in a sprint, following the track around the grassy area that had been mowed especially short as to make the path stand out.

The class ran around the field with as much speed as they could muster. Shani was a few steps behind Orga. They weren't in the front of the class, nor were they near the rear. If he had to guess, then he would say that they were in the top ten. As the one Kilometre sprint came to its conclusion, La Flaga recorded their results.

'Orga Azreal. five minutes and forty-seven seconds… Shani Azreal. five minutes and fifty-one seconds. Good. Now get back to class. Hopefully the rest will be finished soon.'

He would have sighed if he were an obnoxious dipshit. But as it would happen, despite the belief of the vast majority of the student body, he wasn't. The classroom was small, and the students in it abundant. The room was a bright white.

He had been through many boring classes that day, but none came close to this. Health. A class that was mandatory for their year. It was boring. It was stupid. It was easy. Above all though, it was a complete waste of time. What did they learn in here that anyone with half a brain wouldn't figure out on their own? Drug abuse. Boring. The damages of bullying and peer pressure. What, were they five years old? Of course, who could forget the current, and biggest section of the class. The section that they would drag on until the Christmas brake. Sexual education. What a waste of time. At least eighty percent of this goddamn class were sexually active. That included him.

Was anyone actually willing to pay attention? Clotho looked around. Stella wasn't, though that wasn't difficult to believe. In the short time that he personally knew the girl, he found out one important fact. She had the attention span of a fucking gold fish

He looked up, where the teacher was busy reading to the class from a textbook. It was about the psychological side and consequences of sex at a young age. He didn't really care. If it came to a test about this, he'd probably pull the answers out of his ass. It worked pretty well in the past. Why fix what wasn't broken, and besides, he knew the bulk of it anyway.

What time was it? He looked to the clock near the door. Two-forty. Then there were only fifteen minutes left before-

'Clotho.' The boy snapped to attention as the man, most likely in his mid-thirties, looked to the redhead. 'What is a consequence of sex at a young age?' Well, he said he would pull something out of his ass, and now was his time to shine.

'Well, the morons will probably be too stupid to use protection, and then she'll get pregnant. Then all the uptight assholes of the world well judge her and label her as a fucking whore, because everybody in the world is an intolerant and judgmental ass-wipe.'

'Well, yes. That is a possibility, though I wouldn't have personally used such crude words to get my point across.'

Sure he would. The teacher's attention was diverted elsewhere. He continued to badger his class with pointless questions. Clotho waited. Waited for the class, and for the day to end.

Shinn twirled the pen around in his fingers as he examined the text before him.

'What do you think?' he asked his partner. Luna shrugged her shoulders. He turned to Rey, the other member of his group. English, not a particular favourite for Shinn. Right now, they were examining, and attempting to decode a piece of poetry.

The blond's eyes passed over the text, taking it in. There were several possible meanings behind it that Rey picked up from the words of the poet, who was now dead by his own hand. Should he address the anti-capitalist messages? Should he address the criticism of the government? Which one?

'The poet clearly hated the society he lived in.' Rey summed up. 'That might be what drove him to suicide.'

Shinn scratched his head. Was that all of it? Or was there something else there. He sure as hell didn't know. Who did? The only one who could possibly know, the only one who could understand what was going through the poet's mind, was the poet themselves. One cannot truly know what it was that they were thinking. What thought went through their mind. What horrors lurked and nagged at their sanity in their last moments before they took the knife to their own throats

Shani changed back into his uniform, as he put the rest of his clothes back into his bag. He zipped it up, and made for the exit. The bell would sound soon. A boring end to a boring day. They didn't sell much either. They'd have to make up for that throughout the week. Back to the gymnasium, he saw many of the other students loitering around, waiting for the same signal he was. He took a seat next to his brother, who, as usual, was reading a book. Not much else to do, he pulled out his music player and attached the headphones to his ears. The time seemed to speed up, and the bell sounded, just loud enough to overlap the music.

The students stood, and flocked to the door, pushing and shoving their way through like the mindless drones they were. Several decided to make their way to the back door, which was opene, courtesy of La Flaga. Spotting that it had been opened, Shani and Orga followed out of the building and made their way to the schools entrance.

They moved slowly as they navigated around the other students, who stood about talking. They made their way to the entrance, where they spotted an ever-so-slightly pissed Clotho.

'About fucking time!' the red-head growled as he spotted his siblings. 'What the fuck took you so long?'

'We're here now aren't we, dumbass?' Orga returned.

'So? That won't bring the time back, will it?' The three made their way off the school grounds, and to the roadside. They began their slow journey home where, hopefully, there would be no one to greet them.'

'Who gives a fuck? You really want to go back to that shit-hole so soon?'

'Anything's better than listening to these morons.' The two argued, not noticing the footsteps that came from behind.

'Bye!' Clotho and Orga's argument ceased, and the three spun around, met by Stella's cheerful smile.

'Ah, bye…' Clotho returned. Stella sent a smile to Shani, before turning and taking off in a run. The greenet raised an eyebrow before the three turned and continued on their way. That girl was certainly a strange one.

AN:So, what di you think? Like it. Hate it. Worst piece of shit ever. Hopefully you won't have to wait as long next time.